The familiar smell brings back those green memories. When I first arrived, whether with curiosity about everything unfamiliar or an escape from the ups and downs of fate, I left behind all the worries and sorrows, embraced the friendship of youth, and played the dreamy fantasy in the middle of the month.
Believe in the present, believe in fate, and believe in everyone dear to you. Maybe the darkness has not receded, maybe it has left before, but the future is still unknown. We are just small stars in the long river of life, brightening each other's beautiful wishes in the endless darkness.
The green of orange is the green of orange, carrying our soul and youth, exuding a unique fragrance when summer passes and autumn comes.
Your green oranges make my early autumn sour and sweet.